Sidrion Grass Pulling Festival in Parma is undoubtedly the liveliest day in the Royal Knights of Palma Limston Arena, the circle of auditoriums around the arena is full of enthusiasm of the noble men and women, after the knights take turns to compete and fight, the Earl Walker and Prince Lotate who are known as the Knight of Jarfen Rogge have passed all the way to stand out from the knights of King Rinston's direct vassals.

"The knight captain of your Karkhand people is nothing more than a straw bag! Even the boy of Yafena can't beat it. The harmonious collapsed nose bridge of the king's handsome face snorted, and he squinted at Queen Agnes beside him, and pointed to the Knight of Karhand, who had left the arena in despair.

"If your knight can kill a nine-headed sea monster on Lena Island, we Kakhandians may feel ashamed." Queen Agnes, however, turned a blind eye to King Segal II's contemptuous eyes, and coldly replied to King Segal II's ridicule.

"Yo, isn't the queen's golden crown not on the top of the woman's head? How does it feel awkward? Segal II pressed his thumb against the rest of his knuckles, making a clicking sound, "Oh, I see, I noticed that the golden crown is a little faded, what does it mean to fade in the market?" It's a price drop, isn't it? Believe me, Her Royal Highness, Queen Agnes, daughter of Callhand. My dear! ”

It seems that the assassination of Prince Lotate against King Segal II did not take place. After several of the king's court guards whispered something to Segal II, Segal II's eyes finally burst into an explosive fierce light. He laughed happily, his laughter sounding chilling, and then he slapped the armrest of the king's seat under the golden tent, and suddenly stood up, walked to the front of the viewing platform, and waved his hand to the crowd in the audience with a straight face. The audience was silent.

"My dear subjects! As your king, I am very happy to share with you every bloody battle in the Knight's Arena! Our knight of Offenburgh, oh, the knight named Rog, the Hydra Slayer! Oh, the final contest of this year's Sidrion Pulling Weeds will take place with my dear royal brother, Oh, the vigorous, noble and venerable Prince of Lothart! The next round will be an exciting battle for the Champion Knights. "King Segal II's voice was a bit yin and yang, as if he was speaking and ushering in an inner high.

The nobles in the audience spontaneously raised the minimum bet to ten Lynston silver coins, and some people even anonymously entrusted their servants to use an unprecedented fifty Lynston gold coins as gambling money to press on the situation that the two sides would fight to the death, this bet caused a sensation in the audience, and the other nobles even competed to change their simple idea of winning or losing, and pressed the gambling money with this large amount of money.

"Let's have a beautiful life-and-death battle!" The aristocratic audience was like a wave, and they shouted passionately.

"Quiet these idiots who can't stand the instigation." Segal II summoned a king's court guard beside him and commanded in a low voice.

The guards on and off the field were like the king's microphone, loudly conveying the king's orders. The audience in the arena gradually fell silent, and most of the audience was ready to listen to the king's speech, and some of the spectators who were too agitated and still arguing about the knight's performance were taken away from the royal arena by the king's guards, and they were facing a charge of "minor violation of the king's will", and they would face a prison sentence of four tarc months or a fine of up to forty silver Linston coins. The nobles in the audience had no choice but to suppress their excitement in an orderly manner, and they all turned their eyes to Segal II on the viewing platform, who arrogantly glanced at the expectant gaze of the audience, and he was satisfied with the dutiful duty of his guards.

"Ah, your silence has kept me waiting too long, ladies and gentlemen." Segal II coughed, "But you are so lovely, ladies, my gentlemen. His coherent words shot out like a cannon, and his eyebrows raised slightly, like a qualified performer stirring the nerves of the nobles in the audience, "Wait a minute, we will have the last game that means a decisive victory." I heard that someone anonymously bet fifty gold coins just now! Oh, my goddess Arcana, what a fortune! It seems that everyone is also looking forward to the arrival of a life-and-death battle. ”

There was another agitation in the audience, but soon it was quiet again, and the royal guards took away a few more of the people who were leading the uproar, their faces flushed, as if they had not yet calmed down from the excitement they had just had, but the place where they had calmed down should have been the icy prison of Palma.

"Of course, I have a deep feeling that this rich anonymous man will definitely win his bet. Why? In the center of the arena for this match, there will be a royal chest opened by my loyal guards, what will be inside? A thousand gold coins? Oh, it seems that such ordinary things are there, but they are not enough. A deed of partition of a vast territory? Ah, that's so cliché. Ha, let me tell you, the chest contains a holy relic, a razor-sharp Frost Sword from the days of Sidrion, which predates the damned Griminsters! Of course, a mighty knight deserves a Trian relic! Don't expect some people's armor to withstand his attacks, and don't expect others to be as lucky as the usual Greenster wall grass. He shrugged his shoulders, a subtle smile rising into the corners of his mouth, "As a sign of encouragement to the anonymous man who bets fifty gold coins, I will grant him victory, and I declare this a battle of life and death between knights!" I have full confidence that my brother can take down a lucky little knight of Yafen. And the little knight of Yafen would not give up such a large amount of gold and a great relic so easily. Right? ”

The applause thundered and cheered like a roar. A large group of royal guards escorted the king's gifts, and the heavy royal chest was placed in the center of the measured arena, and the silver chest engraved with the royal insignia was opened, and it was filled with the legal gold coins of the Kingdom of Rinston, and the gold coin pile was inserted into the holy weapon of the Royal City of Arcana, and the sword that shimmered with frost was firmly inserted into the gold coin pile in the box.

"Look, it's really a sacred relic that was kept in the Arcana Sanctuary in the past, and I heard that this sword Sidrion used it?" A nobleman in the audience kept drawing the Great Arcana Cross on his chest.

"His Majesty is not playing a little too far. This is a sacred relic of our goddess, and it is also a holy weapon in the capital of the king of Parma, how can the king easily reward the knights? Next to the nobleman with the Grand Arcana Cross was a chattering aristocratic woman, and the long black dress that reached her knees and covered her calves made her look like an antique.

"I think that even all of you belong to the king, let alone a sword, but how does that sword look like an artifact made by our Ain Monta and Somra Monta, especially the streamlining of that sword, it seems to be somewhat similar to the craftsmanship of our dwarves!" The dwarf sitting in the audience behind the noble man and woman squinted his eyes and stared hard at the sword called the holy relic in the open royal box, "This is definitely a treasure!" ”

"Shut up, dwarf stone of Iron Fist, heretic. Are you insulting our ears? Your Ayn Monta? What is Somla Monta? Can it be compared to our gods? Come on. As soon as you speak, we smell something! The aristocratic men and women turned their heads and looked disapprenantly at the orange-bearded dwarven nobleman who interjected behind them.

"Our knight for the title of Champion Knight is out, and lo and behold, Rog from Yafenburg, the Hydra Slayer! Honorable native prince, noble His Royal Highness Lotate. The noble man and woman and the orange-bearded dwarven nobleman stopped staring at each other, and their gazes were directed towards the dusty knight arena.

"Life and death, life and death!" In addition to the dwarven nobles in the relatively quiet auditorium, the nobles and men of the Trian people shouted loudly.

"It seems that the beliefs of the Trians are nothing more than that." The orange-bearded dwarf thought to himself, he lifted the flask and stared at the pair of round eyes, drank all the Tekken Castle beer in the flask in one gulp, and burped happily, "Fortunately, His Majesty the Dwarven King Estormu is my own uncle, so he has the beer that was brought to the Silaire Inn Batu in Ironfist Castle, and it has become a good friend of mine." my・fa`vor・friend！ ”

"Captain Loki, aren't we leaving?" The other dwarf next to the noble dwarf with the orange beard looked nervous, looking left and right.

"What for? Finally, this is the last and most exciting competition. My uncle was counting on Lothart Saxon to pay us the last money for the Mithril armor. The orange-bearded dwarf stroked his beard and glared at the nervous dwarf disapprovingly.

"I've heard that several Assassins have been caught in the streets, and it seems that the dispatcher is none other than His Royal Highness the Prince, who is riding a black horse on the field. Outside the arena, many soldiers of the King's Army came one after another, and they were all hiding outside the arena, but fortunately I was short, and I slipped in while none of the King's soldiers were noticing. We may not be able to get that money. The nervous dwarf whispered as he leaned into the ear of the orange-bearded dwarf named Loki.

“oh!damn・it!lea`ve・this・capital・imediately!sneak・out!" (Oh, damn it!) Get out of the capital now! Get out of the way! Loki abruptly stood up from the audience, and because of his small stature, no one wanted to pay attention to the two dwarf rocks that had left the table halfway through.

"Life and death, life and death!" The roar of the nobles in the noisy arena could be faintly heard even when the king of Parma went down to the city. Whitesnow rode Whitesnow under the corner of the city wall under the city of the royal capital of Parma anxiously waiting for the owner Rogge, who had no news, Whitesnow seemed a little restless, kept pacing the horse, the hooves on the horse's hooves jingled and looked very restless, even the owner of its horse, Coolosius, frowned from time to time and looked at the direction of the Woodston Royal Arena in the upper city of the royal capital of Parma.

Several dwarves wrapped in thick snowfield wolf skins looked dejected, and they hurried past the White Snowhorse of Culosius with dejected expressions.